Tag: Sea

Taken

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Taken

Standing in silver light
of consumed moon
Staring out to sea
Hair, raven black
Lifted by the wind
 
Palmed rose, thorny
Color of blood
Clutched tightly
to a heaving breast
as tears flowed
 
Skulls of saints
calling to lost souls
in watery graves
Where pearls from tissue
calcify in salty sea
 
Lured by songs
of sailors lost
Blood trickles
from royal flesh
taken by waves

 
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Laura Bloomsbury is hosting D'Verse Poets
tonight and has shared with us some beautiful
poems by Samuel Greenberg.  She asked us to
choose five of his twenty one "charms" taken
from his poem The Pale Impromptu and create a poem.
Mine are highlighted below.

Dim Accuracy; Candle salve; Consumed moon;
Eyes jealousy; Fouls deviation; Grey life;  
Hearts brow; Lucid farrows; Nulling marrows;
Painted mirth; Pale heat; Palmed rose;
Pearls from tissue; Pellucid quest; Royal flesh;
Skulls of saints; Slime pigments; Spiritual songs;
Solitudes wish; Times chant; Yellow dreams;


 

Heart Medicine

Heart Medicine

The stillness of night
Soothing and gentle
Erasing the sharpness
of scathing words
Still ringing
in burning ears
Moonlight caressing
a bruised heart
While a gentle 
salty tide bathes
open wounds 
washing away
hurt feelings
A fool’s fool
Gullible and naive 
Believing, hoping
for a different outcome
that never comes
Once more
walking off the pain 
of disappointment
in search of serenity


Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing © 

Sue Vincent’s weekly Write/Photo - Serenity
Stream of Consciousness Saturday - Sharp 
RDP - Serenity

Poem of the Month – July 2019 – Small

Small

How small and insignificant I feel
As the waves lap the shore
In my mind I escape to a place where
My thoughts have never gone before
 
Would this mighty sea swallow me?
In one fierce and furious gush
Or kiss my feet with a gentleness 
That I may hear the earth’s hush
 
Its energy coursing through my veins
Safe from harm, yet almost possessed
Losing myself in its tactual sensation
My spirit willingly repressed
 
Realizing I could be taken by the ocean
and become a slave to its force
I quickly return to the calmness
Lost in the tranquility of the source
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Prompt
Write/Photo - Small


D'Verse Poets Open Link Night

Word Prompt

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